On My Way
If it looks like I'm up to something
It's probably because I'm down to nothing
Standing in the turning lane
Watching cars zip by
Sun beats on my sweaty brow looking for a spot of shade to hide
A shower would be heavenly but there's no clouds in that sky
Got my whole life in a knapsack
Her father won't forgive so I can't go back
La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright
And it's been said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
And I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop
And it's definitely not what it's not,
But one thing for sure, it is what it is.
These smelly clothes are full of holes
And I fear I might get used to this.
Another store front, another parking lot
Put a thousand miles on these old shoes.
My feet got blisters
That got brothers and sisters
They do everything my thumbs can't do
We going to find our place to settle down
Her mama hates my face and don't want me 'round.
La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright
Said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
Now I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop
Tell your mom I'm sorry.
Tell your father I'm not mad.
Kiss the baby for me;
Tell him about his dad.
It's probably because I'm down to nothing
Standing in the turning lane
Watching cars zip by
Sun beats on my sweaty brow looking for a spot of shade to hide
A shower would be heavenly but there's no clouds in that sky
Got my whole life in a knapsack
Her father won't forgive so I can't go back
La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright
And it's been said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
And I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop
And it's definitely not what it's not,
But one thing for sure, it is what it is.
These smelly clothes are full of holes
And I fear I might get used to this.
Another store front, another parking lot
Put a thousand miles on these old shoes.
My feet got blisters
That got brothers and sisters
They do everything my thumbs can't do
We going to find our place to settle down
Her mama hates my face and don't want me 'round.
La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright
Said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
Now I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop
Tell your mom I'm sorry.
Tell your father I'm not mad.
Kiss the baby for me;
Tell him about his dad.
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hartnett, Danny Alexander
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